Call Me the Tiger Mom of Nothing
I'm a nice person, and I'm still waiting for a fat little book contract with a major publisher for my book.
Maybe that's my problem.
I'm probably too nice. Maybe.
And perhaps a tad bit too funny. Probably.
And most definitely, I'm not really a "Tiger Mom" of anything, so I'm probably going to be sitting on my fat behind for quite some time…waiting and waiting and waiting. Just call me Tiger Mom of Nothing.
Apparently you have to be over the top or over the edge or out there on the stratosphere to get noticed anymore.
Now wait just a darn tootin' minute, Missy. I'm down another pound this week. I've lost 18 pounds since I started my "Frying-In-My-Own-Fat" Weight Loss Challenge. What about me?
But I'm not 7 years old.
I don't have a Tiger Mom.
And I'm pretty sure Vogue doesn't give a rat's behind about me.
After all, I'm just me working on being a little less of me.